It's been just over a year since the 1882 movement was birthed with the
aim to support and belong to the shirt, singing hearts out no matter
where and no matter what. When The Fighting Cock started this we didn't
quite expect so many supporters to be interested in following the youth
team with the purpose of showing the kids the same level of committed support as the first team get.

Atmosphere at the Lane was a little diluted even with 1882 in amongst
the Park Lane blocks. 1882 started out as something for the youth games,
to bring supporters together to sing for the shirt and feel pride and
love for Tottenham regardless of the team we were watching and the
importance of the game. It works best when we're grouped together.
Anyone that went to Charlton away in the FA Youth Cup last season or the
Barca nextgen game or Maribor will tell you its an incredible
experience. Says a lot about the modern game when it takes this for
football fans to feel like they've completely changed their match day
experience.

Another Thursday night game
under the floodlights, another 1882 occasion. Considering the minus
temperatures, I'm probably not the only one welcoming what should be
another glorious non-stop singing session at White Hart Lane which
should warm the cockles of our hearts.

Charlton
in the FA Youth Cup last season. Barcelona at the Lane in the NextGen.
Maribor at the Lane in the Europa League and this evening against
Panathinaikos. Coventry in the FA Cup will be the next one. It's all
about momentum, it's all about giving the team relentless vocal support.
This all started out as a means to enjoy football again without any
constraints and the pressures of expectation. Which is why it started
out as a youth game meet-up of like-minded individuals that just want to
sing for the shirt. There's been a fair few articles written by myself
(on this blog) and by others over at The Fighting Cock.

Well done to everyone who turned up and sang for ninety minutes up in
the top corner of the Shelf, Block J. It made such a difference on the
night and it proved that there are plenty of like-minded individuals who
desire the same match-day experience, to sing continuously without
complacency no matter what is happening on the pitch but to also be
reactive and proactive at the same time (for example, singing after the
Lloris/Naughton mistake and into half-time). The reaction from the rest
of the ground wasn't as relentless in response, but perhaps others that
witnessed it and couldn't start a song in their block might wish to be
part of 1882 next time round.

Middle
ground, discovered and conquered. Although it remains to be seen if we
plant a flag and set up camp or move onto more familiar territory. Andre
Villas-Boas, with new hair cut and new formation. On paper, a more
traditional 442 with both Defoe and Adebayor in the starting line-up. In
actuality, it was not too dissimilar to the usual 451 variant but with
key differences. Adebayor's inclusion gave us a more refined shape and
purpose. The link up play he provided for midfield to attack was
imperative to the flow and fluidity of our movement. It rejuvenated us.
Sure, with two forwards you can argue it's still a 442 even if one of
the forwards is deep-lying and not too dissimilar to the role Dempsey
has in the side. Adebayor sacrificing time up front, taking markers with
him and freeing Defoe's predatory instincts. Call it what you want on
paper, but out on the pitch it worked wonders.

Another European night at the Lane. Mid-week, under the flood lights.
Who cares who the opponent is when everyone is there to see Tottenham?
Or hope to see Tottenham, at the very least some reminiscence of what we
expect on these types of occasions. Whether Tottenham perform is
another question altogether. We've yet to do so convincingly this season
at White Hart Lane.